Chapter 329, Most likely it is Chu Xinghe's work

"Mr.

Jiang, I know that you want to save that friend some face, but as you said, the old farmer's eyes are drawn to be extremely dull, quite rigid, and the so-called expression can't read the vivid charm at all."

"How did this kind of work fall into Mr.

Fang's eyes?".

Maybe talk about the identity on the surface.

Qiao Jie and Fang Jiuran are so far apart that they are simply not in the same class.

But when it comes to artistic attainments.

This kid feels that he is among the best in Changquan City.

What's more, a mere brat is pointing fingers.

In order to step on Fang Chen from another dimension, Qiao Jie even included Fang Jiuran in his words.

The legendary female CEO of Tianding...

It seems that it is nothing more than that!
The people from the Changquan City Painting and Calligraphy Academy all had a bit of arrogance on their faces.

They have crushed Fang Jiuran in terms of artistic attainments, which makes them feel very honored.

"Hehe, I think the two of them have the right vision."

Fang Biyun's voice suddenly sounded, and Qiao Jie's expression changed slightly;
"The old farmer's eyes are dull, not because the painter is not strong enough to reflect the charm."

Fang Biyun coquettishly played with a strand of black hair that reached her shoulders.

Then his eyes fell on the picture scroll, and his red lips parted slightly and said;

"Look at the old farmer in the painting, covered in mud and in a state of distress, but the fish basket and fishing tools in his hand are gone."

"I guess it might be because when the fish was caught, the waves whizzed by, and a fierce man not only dragged the old man into the sea, but also washed all the fishing gear into the depths of the river."

"So the old farmer got nothing, and his eyes were dull, maybe it was because he had nothing to gain, and he also lost his fishing gear."

Fang Chen said with a smile at this time; "Maybe it's because of...".

Fang Chen, Fang Jiuran, Fang Shiyun, and Fang Biyun spoke at the same time.

"The old farmer is thinking about how to get dinner tonight.

Behind the old farmer, he is facing life, and maybe there is a family waiting with three mouths...".

Such an analysis.

This ordinary street stall work instantly soared to more than one level in terms of artistic conception and implication.

quiet……

Deathly silence.

On the banks of the Qinhuai River, apart from the whistling wind, no one could hear a word.

"hiss!".

I don't know who was the first to gasp.

"Compared to it, Mr.

Qiao's works are not at the same level in terms of artistic conception..."

Fang Chen glanced at Qiao Jie's painting.

Qiao Jie's refined face instantly turned red, and Wan Yu, who was on the side as a licking dog, spoke actively.

"Hmph, this is just your guesswork.

You can say a few words about this kind of thing by pointing at any painting and analyzing it casually."

She didn't want to see Brother Qiao Jie, whom she adored, being slapped in the face.

But in fact, from the expressions of everyone, we can already get a glimpse of it, and Fang Jiuran and others' analysis is not bad.

"In fact, there is a lot of evidence...".

The corner of Fang Chen's lips twitched.

I think it is still necessary to give a good lesson to this group of noble little artists.

"For example, the clothes on the old farmer's body are winter clothes, which are well-wrapped.

His pale lips and such subtle facial features can be depicted so vividly.

You think the painter may have lost his eyes because of insufficient brushwork.

Is it sublime?".

"What's more, the painting depicts the dusk in late winter, and the tide is about to rise.

Going into the sea to fish at this time is tantamount to a very dangerous thing."

"The melancholy in the eyes of the old farmer is naturally affected by the environment, and it is set off.

The upper half of the composition is slightly empty.

In fact, it is the painter's purpose to highlight the time, environment, and weather...".

As soon as the words came out.

The disciples of the Academy of Painting and Calligraphy, who were still somewhat disdainful before, looked at Fang Chen suddenly changed.

Yes!

What a simple truth!
How easy it is to analyze it!

They boast that their eyes are higher than the top, and their calligraphy and painting are very accomplished, but what?

He didn't even have the appreciation level of an ordinary person...

The girl named Wanyu was refuted by Fang Chen one after another, and he even threw out evidence to slap her in the face, which made her very embarrassed.

He slapped the table violently.

"Snapped!".

"The king with a strong mouth is easy to say but hard to do.

If you have the ability, you can draw a picture...".

"It's easy for you to point fingers here, who wouldn't speak if you open your mouth!".

"You put on airs, you're obviously Miss Biyun, and Boss Fang and the others saw it and looked closely.

Your ability to analyze this is nothing more than picking up leaks.

Do you really think you have any understanding of art?".

It's just a little boy with a cane, what is there to be proud of?
Why is he so arrogant in front of my beloved brother Qiao Jie?

Hearing this, Fang Chen sneered;
"Is there such a double standard now? To evaluate the quality of refrigerators, I have to learn refrigeration before I have the right to speak?".

"Okay, Wanyu."

Qiao Jie stopped Wanyu from continuing to talk back to Fang Chen.

Say it again.

In any case, the fact will be that I don't know how to appreciate that masterpiece, but I am still complacent, feeling complacent that my work is penetrating.

What a shame!

He hadn't expected it.

an entrepreneur.

A goddess of war.

A little boy.

Speaking of these three people, they are really clear and logical.

However, he, Qiao Jie, prides himself on being noble, and thinks that only those who pursue elegance and vulgarity can make his heart move.

For example, Miss Fang Biyun.

He didn't know that Fang Biyun was still the nightmare of countless bigwigs in the upper class, a first-grade poison master.

The two met at the Changquan City Painting and Calligraphy Academy and made friends through painting.

Qiao Jie felt that Miss Biyun was his perfect match...

"I underestimated this work...".

There was no shame on Qiao Jie's face, only a kind of unhappiness and embarrassment of being refuted.

The displeasure in those eyes clearly fell into Fang Chen's eyes;

"By the way, since the three of you analyzed this painting well, I don't know who Fang always guessed who made this painting?".

The corner of Fang Chen's mouth raised, and he knew that your kid would not cry when he saw the coffin...

Still want to save face?

The picture depicts the banks of the Qinhuai River, but it is by no means the Confucius Temple in Changquan City.

as the master of the painting.

Qiao Jie knew where he sold the painting.

In order to get back a game, Qiao Jie of course had to pretend to lower his posture first.

Fang Jiuran was stunned for a moment, but Fang Biyun raised her eyebrows.

This Qiao Jie's stomach is really too small.

But Fang Chen, who had been holding a sneer at the corner of his mouth, laughed twice;

"Just take a gamble, maybe I can really guess the author of this painting."

"Oh? This friend might as well talk about it?"

Qiao Jie's disdain for Fang Chen was even worse in his heart, and he put on airs, thinking that he would not be able to integrate into this circle after analyzing an artistic conception?

Fang Chen glanced at him with a half-smile; "If I'm not wrong...".

He and Fang Jiuran looked at each other, and the woman raised her red lips.

"This painting is probably made by Mr.

Chu Xinghe, the head of the Truman family."

(End of this chapter)